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Long Way to Go

I have a lot to do, a short time to get it done and a long way to go before I can even think of being finished with it all. I recently closed my savings account, I'll have to start over with it but that's fine. I had a reason and that reason was a good one. It was also the right one. The fact that each day instead of looking for a job which could be as simple as stopping in one for the few dozen business surrounded where my soon to be ex stands as a crossing guard each day he comes into the house and naps makes me all the more sure of my decision. 


I am tired of having to fuss and give orders to get things done. If I have to do everything alone then I will be alone. I am tired of the never ending stack of bills, which I'm adding one two by getting a divorce and for the life of me I can't figure out how the heavens to pay for it. I think I have checked all my options but I get the nagging feeling that I am over looking one of them. I have checked all my stuff, I do not yet have the last of the project I already got paid for so that's not my fault. I would like it though so I can move onto the next one they have. Guess everyone being on the page I am is too much to ask huh?


I know that I have a lot to do. I am working on getting it all done. I think that it's something that will eventually fall into place, provided I push hard enough. I know that I have a long way to go before anything is completely settled but I feel that I am making progress in the right direction at the moment. 


Well, I have work to do so I'll be going now. 

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